Monthly Archives: August 2009

patterns

We all have habits – I bite my nails (yep the nasty stuff didn’t work), I like the toilet paper to come over the top not underneath, I prefer the pillows on my bed to be a particular way. So we all have silly habits, preferences and behaviours that we just do.

I was chatting with a friend today and we were discussing less conscious behaviour habits; how you behave in stressful situations, how long can you do routine before agitating and looking for change (for me the magic number has been 5 years for the last 15). We are both trying to sort out our lives. I for one know that I have some pretty dysfunctional decision making habits.  So we both agreed that the first step is acknowledging that we have these inexplicable patterns and habits. And he had the most wonderful analogy…..

The first time you walk down a street you notice the street scape, the trees but you don’t notice the enormous hole that you fall down into. It takes a lot of effort and hard work to get out of it but you do. So the next time you walk down the street you feel that the street scape is slightly familiar, but you still fall into the hole. Although this time not as deeply, less effort to get out. And so the story, or habit continues – until of course you are able to recognise that there will be a hole and you either stop going down the street, or you accept it will hurt but you have the skills to deal with it.

Nifty story isn’t it. I am not sure if I have enough emotional intelligence to stop walking down the street entirely but I do know that at the moment I am walking down a pretty familiar street!!

lockerbie

Lockerbie was one of the most tragic and horrible events and acts perpetrated in my lifetime. That being said – while we are a generation which has not had a world war, there is horrible list of genocide, massacres and senseless acts of violence that also springs to mind as I consider my life time. So we have not been without sad stories.

I don’t really want to get into the debate about whether the Scottish team made the right or the wrong decision – there are plenty of great thinkers debating this very thing, in many media and in many places around the world.

But in my naive, certainly idealistic position in the world, I do think that we all need to make space for compassion, to look at building trust and to behave in a way that we wish people in our sphere to treat us. To stretch it even further to take the high road, rather than the easy low road! Now while I feel truly uncomfortable (appalled among other words)  about the celebration that welcomed the bomber back to Libya, I feel that it was a compassionate gesture for a man who is dying (and I realise that this is being queried – but I think difficult to fake terminal cancer…).

And until we behave in a way that provides an example I don’t think we have a chance to stop the fighting between nations, idealists that agree and disagree with high frequency, and even neighbours who distrust.

a busy bee is a happy bee

Right it would seem that I have cracked it. Well at least the temporary fix to my constant in decision. And as much as I would like it to be that I have finally stopped worrying, it is not. It is … drum roll…. well that is probably slightly dramatic…..but the answer for is to make myself is to be busy busy busy

And then maybe just a little bit more busy again.

I am not sure why.

It may be that it keeps my scattered thoughts contained, focused and delivers a sense of purpose. And then when you collapse in a heap at the end of the week, it takes you 24 hours to start up the worrying. So by then you are back at work and busy, busy, busy again.

It doesn’t need to be world saving busy, and my busy may not be yours, but I suspect that it takes a high level of maturity, self assurance and comfort to be happy without feeling busy.

Clearly there is a flaw in this plan. If I am so busy that life zips by I may well miss the lovely things that can happen when you stop, look and see what is happening around you.

So here is my question.

Do you know anyone who is happy who is not busy?

teenager again?

It is hard to believe that it is 20 years since I left school (gulp!) – it seems only a short time ago that 30 seemed like a truly mature age for a person to reach, 40 was likely serious grownup territory and goodness knows what happened after 50! And more than that – surely at that age and stage people know what they are doing and where they are going? So I assumed at 17!

Well at 37 I have to confess to having absolutely no bloody clue about life nor the answer to questions such as where am I going, how will I get there and why would I want to go there anyway?

As I wound myself up on the phone today chatting to one of my ever patient London supporters – she oh so aptly noted I sounded just like a teenager – and  let me tell you she would know as she has 4 at home! This small reflection stopped me in mid-confused-nonsensical sentence. She is completely right! I have found myself faced with decisions not unlike what I was pondering at 17. And to be honest my life hasn’t changed much since then really. I am still gaining pleasure from travel, still pondering options, reluctant to close doors in case of hidden opportunities, unable to make big life decisions without months of worry and really only have me, myself and I to worry for. So not to different with the exception of slightly larger overheads – rent, shoes, travel…. the essentials only for someone of 37!

So while it is quite shocking to realise that my life has not progressed much over the last little bit it is somewhat encouraging to know that previous coping strategies may work. In our final year of school we had a catch phrase – “to go with the flow” – it was said with the fabulous sigh that only a teenager can truly get away with, together with the heaving-world on my shoulders stoop. hmmm… so while I am sure I can not do that phrase the correct amount of sighing I am going to try to just let things happen for a bit. To stop trying to force life into shapes and sizes that I think they should be in now that I am not 17.

So .. not much else to say but “go with the flow” and to hope that I don’t discover any other teenage like traits.

email

Email. It is something that I can’t imagine life without. I would bet that it is the first thing that everyone – CEO to secretary – does on getting to work.

And now I have the ultimate email accessory – the blackberry. I think it would be fair to say that I am unlikely to be addicted to that little contraption. It takes me AAA-GGGGEES to type one email, it is completely non-intuitive. Itsy bitsy keys, crazy flashy lights…hmmm……

Anyway, one of the odd things about constant access to email is that you learn people send work emails at all times of the night, week and weekend! There are early morning emailers, late night ones and those who just love to email bang on 5pm.

So I can see why people get addicted – if you felt compelled to respond, if you never turned it off – it would truly be the crack-berry!

new flatmate

So I have a new flatmate and she seems really nice, tidy, quiet and mainly not here on the weekends!

What more could I want.

I have shifted my stuff into the bigger room, with the better bathroom. No longer, when I flush the toilet, is there a mini gieser in the sink. Lurvely. There is enough room in the bathroom to hang my clothes, and should I ever feel there is a need, there is bidet. I mean who on earth uses them!  

Currently it is storing some body wash.

So all is well in London.

Plus there is a little bit of sunshine – yippee!

chelsea physic garden

In London there are many secret little gems – their secret nature makes them wonderful when you find them but of course inherently tricky to discover.

I believe that the Chelsea Physic Garden is one such gem. It is buried in Chelsea. And I think it remains so as , it has the most curious opening hours but it is well worth trying to understand and negotiate. The history of the garden stretches 400 plus years. Originally set up as a learning environment for apothecaries. Somewhere for them to learn about plants, to be curious about medicines and to do mad things like grow cotton in England…. well unless there was more sun in the UK a few hundred years ago! I shouldn’t think so!

We had a yummy lunch and an entertaining talk about the various plants, together we lovely anecdotes. Australia even got a reference due to the connection with Joseph Banks who was Captain Cooks botanist, plus a reference to the poppy fields in Tasmania which were “attacked” by crazy wallabies. The sily marsupials took a nibble, got a little bit high and then were only able to hop in circles. Creating Tassies very own crop circles (yep only in Tasmania!).

The Chelsea Physic Garden is wonderful and I will be heading back when the next sunny day comes along!

feeling positive

Well – soit has been a good week.

I like my new job. People are friendly. I think once I start to understand the accronyms  I should be sorted!! There is TEP, ADT, PIP, SPLAT or was it SPAT among other, longer, sometimes shorter and generally confusing combinations of letters.

Every time you start a new job it is like learning another language, understanding a whole other culture. It is sometimes like moving to another planet actually. So to carry that analogy I am sure a little to far – my new planet is friendly, people smile, they chat, the say hello in the morning, and so far no one has been bullied or looked bothered. Such a relief.

Anyway, I have no doubt that I am in the honeymoon period and before I know it I will be complaining. However, it is Sunday morning and I am not feeling life I want to invent an illness for Monday morning so this has to be a good sign!

family

Today I had a lovely lunch with my Mum’s first cousin – it was excellent to meet a part of my family, never really known. Sort-of-kind-of-names which have had faces but not voices.

We had a lovely lunch chatting in St Ives on a super picturesque river. He had dug out some pictures, so I saw pictures of my great great Aunts, great Aunt, Uncles and cousins. Great grandparents even. Who would have thought that they existed. Some look fun, some looked a bit cranky, one positively scary looking lady.

It is funny how when you get on a bit – suddenly it becomes interesting to know your family. Curious to know about who and how people connect.

So I have had a lovely day chatting and learning, and I have a fistful of phone numbers of more cousins.